I grimaced. “Please don’t take this as an insult. But you’re the least evil of my options.” The cold voice told me nothing about her reaction. “Explain.” “The Denarians would have me growing a goatee and gloating malevolently within a few years, if I didn’t break and turn into some kind of murderous tardbeast first. And I’d have to kill a lot of people outright, if I wanted to use the Darkhallow.” I swallowed. “But I’ll do it. If I have no other way to get my child out of their hands, I’ll do it.”
